Song of Solomon

1I am a rose of Sharon,a lily of the valleys.

2As a lily among thorns,so is my love among the daughters.

3As the apple tree among the trees of the wood,so is my beloved among the sons.I sat down under his shadow with great delight,his fruit was sweet to my taste.

4He brought me to the banquet hall.His banner over me is love.

5Strengthen me with raisins,refresh me with apples; for I am faint with love.

6His left hand is under my head.His right hand embraces me.

7I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem,by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.

8The voice of my beloved!Behold, he comes, leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.

9My beloved is like a roe or a young deer.Behold, he stands behind our wall!He looks in at the windows.He glances through the lattice.

10My beloved spoke, and said to me,“Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.

11For behold, the winter is past.The rain is over and gone.

12The flowers appear on the earth.The time of the singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.

13The fig tree ripens her green figs.The vines are in blossom. They give out their fragrance.Arise, my love, my beautiful one,and come away.”

14My dove in the clefts of the rock,in the hiding places of the mountainside, let me see your face. Let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet and your face is lovely.

15Catch for us the foxes,the little foxes that plunder the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom.

16My beloved is mine, and I am his.He browses among the lilies.

17Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away,turn, my beloved, and be like a roe or a young deer on the mountains of Bether.

1I am the flower of the field, and the lily of the valleys.

2As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.

3As the apple tree among the trees of the woods, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow, whom I desired: and his fruit was sweet to my palate.

4He brought me into the cellar of wine, he set in order charity in me.

5Stay me up with flowers, compass me about with apples: because I languish with love.

6His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.

7I adjure you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and the harts of the, fields, that you stir not up, nor make the beloved to awake, till she please.

8The voice of my beloved, behold he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping over the hills.

9My beloved is like a roe, or a young hart. Behold he standeth behind our wall, looking through the windows, looking through the lattices.

10Behold my beloved speaketh to me: Arise, make haste, my love, my dove, my beautiful one, and come.

11For winter is now past, the rain is over and gone.

12The flowers have appeared in our land, the time of pruning is come: the voice of the turtle is heard in our land:

13The fig tree hath put forth her green figs: the vines in flower yield their sweet smell. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come:

14My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hollow places of the wall, shew me thy face, let thy voice sound in my ears: for thy voice is sweet, and thy face comely.

15Catch us the little foxes that destroy the vines: for our vineyard hath flourished.

16My beloved to me, and I to him who feedeth among the lilies,

17Till the day break, and the shadows retire. Return: be like, my beloved, to a roe, or to a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.